Getting Rowdy

by Drew Sera

  “Hi, it’s Blake. Listen, I need you to rerun the check on Anthony Graves, please.”

  After ending the call, I immediately dialed another guy I’ve used for background checks. I gave him Anthony’s info and said that I needed results to me tomorrow at the latest.

  I flipped back through his file looking at everything again.

  “Where are you getting your money, Mr. Graves?” I wondered out loud.

  He indicated his mother died. Maybe she left him some money. I decided that I was going to make a point to talk more with him this evening. I shut the computer down and raced home to get Cathy for our evening.

  When I arrived home, I found Cathy on the bed with her head on the mattress and ass in the air. This was typical for us; when she’d get plugged for the day, she knew to be waiting for me in this position when I returned home.

  I sat down on the bed and examined my wife that was on display for me. Her pussy was glistening at me, so I ran my finger down her moist slit. She was soaked and moaned at my touch, which made me laugh.

  “Looks like you’ve been in some agony today, darling.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Did it serve as a reminder of what happens when you try to top from the bottom?”

  “Yes, Sir. I completely deserved this.”

  I laughed again. I knew this wouldn’t be the last time Cathy whipped out her little “topping from the bottom” tactic. From time to time, Cathy displayed a need to possess control. It wasn’t something that I saw very often, but it was definitely there. On occasion, that need showed itself like it did this morning.

  Knowing that she had this need within her, I chose to encourage and nurture it, rather than suppress it. I loved Cathy with all my heart, and I wanted all of her needs met. With our open relationship, she was permitted to stretch her need to dominate a scene from time to time. She and I had a particular set of rules that we followed within our relationship. She was permitted to play with submissives and bottoms at Irons; both male or female. I had to know about it, however.

  Cathy had a day of being plugged and not permitted to come; she knew she wasn’t allowed to bring herself to climax...not without me present. I was aware that she was prepped and primed to come. Unfortunately, though, tonight I wouldn’t be able to play with her much in the club because I had a handful of applicants to keep an eye on. They’d all be shadowing the Dungeon Monitors tonight, and it was imperative that I be on my toes.

  I removed the plug from Cathy’s ass and rubbed her clit very lightly as she moaned. I slapped her ass and helped her off the bed.

  “Come on, Darling. We need to head to Irons. Lots going on tonight.”

  I pulled her into my arms and swayed with her for a moment or two.

  “Tell you what, since I’m going to be very busy tonight with the applicants, let’s find you a bottom to scene with. How does that sound?”

  “Yes! I’d love that, Sir.”

  I kissed her forehead and gave her ass another swat as she headed toward the closet to get ready.

  “Think about what you want out of a scene tonight, darling. Remember, you will need to negotiate with that bottom.”

  As we drove to Irons, she began asking me about the applicants.

  “Any of them make a lasting impression on you guys?”

  “Yes, there are a few. I’m going to spend some more time with the candidates this evening. We’ll get you situated first, and then I’ll attend to the applicants. Did you decide about your scene tonight?”

  “Yes, I’d like to restrain someone to one of the padded tables in the dungeon and spank them. Then I want them to make me come.”

  I know she needs to come badly, so her stating as such didn’t surprise me. I felt a twitch in my pants as I pictured her spanking someone in the dungeon. Watching Cathy dominate a scene could turn me on in a second.

  “How do you want to come, darling?”

  My question was met with silence, and I knew she realized she hadn’t been clear on that part of her negotiation plan.

  “Penetration? Oral? You have to make sure you convey that to the potential person you’re going to scene with, darling. They aren’t mind readers. You have to be very clear so you’re not disappointed, and they’re not surprised.”

  “Yes, Sir. I’d like to come from being pleased orally.”

  Good. I felt better imagining another mouth on her versus someone penetrating my wife. Though, watching my wife with another woman was something I could completely get into. Cathy was willing to play with both males or females, so on occasion, I’ve watched her and another woman playing in Irons. It’s always hot as hell and gets me going.

  I walked into Irons with Cathy’s hand in mine and waved at the employees that were behind the guest check-in desk. Irons was very busy tonight, and the crowd was already at a decent size for being early.

  My first priority was to get Cathy settled. She and I walked around, hand in hand, and observed a few scenes. I knew she was an aching mess since she had been edging all day. We made our way back to the main room, and I saw another couple sitting together talking. It was Tim and Dana; Cathy and I knew the couple and had actually played with them a few times before. Tim was a Dom and Dana his submissive. They also had an open relationship. I pointed them out to Cathy to see what she thought about possibly playing with Dana.

  “Yes, Sir. I think Dana would be fun. Remember, she likes to be spanked.”

  I looked at Dana and quickly thought back to the time the four of us had gotten together. Dana loved to play the part of the bratty submissive, and I had the pleasure of disciplining her. Quite possibly the sure-fire way to turn me on was to get me in a Daddy Dom scene. I loved them, but it wasn’t one of Cathy’s favorite. She participated in them for me from time to time, but she couldn’t get into that headspace of that dynamic. I understood and never pushed for it. But fuck, I loved it. I’ve shelved that desire though. It’s so powerful to me, and if Cathy can’t get into it one hundred percent, then I shouldn’t dabble. It was far too dangerous for me.

  I took her by the hand and led her to Tim and Dana. Tim reached out and shook my hand while he greeted us.

  “Do you guys have anything planned this evening?” I asked Tim.

  “No, not yet. We just arrived and were playing tonight by ear,” Tim said and looked around the room. “How about you guys?”

  “Well, this evening most of my time will be devoted to the applicant of the mentoring program. But Cathy would like to negotiate with Dana.”

  Tim smiled, nodded and made a gesture toward Dana while looking at Cathy. I hoped Cathy was going to remember to approach Tim first for permission before addressing Dana.

  “Sir, would you mind if I ask Dana if she’d like to play this evening?” Cathy asked Tim all on her own, which made me proud.

  “Of course, Cathy. Please feel free.”

  Tim and I stood there, entertained by our wives.

  “Dana, I’m interested in restraining you to a table in the dungeon and flogging you, but also spanking you. And I’d like for you to make me come with your mouth. Is this something you might be interested in this evening?”

  Dana was smiling, and before she answered, she looked at Tim. Once Tim nodded his approval, Dana eagerly nodded. I kissed Cathy and told the ladies to enjoy themselves. I knew Tim would keep a good eye on them.

  I made my rounds and spoke to many of the applicants that I found along the way. It was down in the dungeon where I found Anthony and another candidate listening as Paul spoke to them while pointing to a scene taking place in the stall next to them. I stood behind them and listened while the suspension scene played on in the background.

  Paul acknowledged me, while Anthony and the other applicant backed up to open their stance to include me in their conversation. Paul was pointing out the play cards to the applicants and reiterated how a Dungeon Monitor is the eyes and ears for a scene.

  “If you’re down here, you’ve got to pay attention. You’re goin
g to have to train your eyes to watch one scene and your ears to hear another at the same time. As you’re walking and checking the stalls, you’ve got to be able to hear other scenes in the distance. It’s crucial for the safety of everyone,” Paul instructed and then paused before looking at me. “Need me, boss?”

  “No, I was just checking in on everyone. When you’re done though, I’d like to speak with Anthony.”

  Paul’s eyebrows furrowed, and he briefly glanced at Anthony before returning his attention to me. He nodded and then clasped Anthony’s shoulders and shook him. Something really bothered me about this. It was the second time today he’s shaken Anthony like that. This just came off as odd behavior to me.

  “Is he in trouble? Shall I take him into one of the stalls and discipline him?” Paul said and quickly followed it up with a laugh.

  So many things disturbed me about that, though I don’t know why exactly. I kept my steel gaze on Paul, hoping he realized how his actions and words displayed an unprofessional demeanor.

  “That’s not necessary, Paul,” I said and looked at Anthony and spoke directly to him. I did it as a counter move to show Paul that I held Anthony in the same regard as I held all of the other Masters and Mistresses…including him. “Anthony, when you’re ready for a break, please come find me.”

  Anthony nodded and looked down to study the play card of the couple doing the suspension scene. Before I left the three of them, I gave Paul another look, hoping he’d get himself under control.

  On my way upstairs, I saw Tim leaning against one of the stone entrance walls to a dungeon stall. I eagerly looked in and saw Cathy flogging Dana. I watched for a few minutes until I saw Anthony approaching in my peripheral vision.

  We headed upstairs and toward the bar. Before I even sat down all the way, the bartender was in front of me.

  “Sir?” The bartender asked.

  “Just water, please,” I said before looking at Anthony.

  “I’ll have a Coke.”

  I waited to begin speaking until our drinks were placed in front of us.

  “So how do you feel about your first day into the process?”

  “Good. It’s hard to believe that today is actually almost over. I’ve been preparing for it for a while.”

  “You’ve been coming here since December. I know we’ve spoken a few times in passing, but I apologize for not having taken the opportunity before tonight to sit down and chat with you.”

  Anthony nodded and sipped his Coke. He was a quiet one.

  “How do you like UC Berkely?”

  “It’s nice. They have a great campus. But actually, I’m just focused on graduating and getting my degree.”

  “Any idea what you want to do with the degree?”

  He set his Coke down and turned to face me with a huge smile spreading across his face.

  “I have no clue,” he said and laughed.

  “No rush. You’ll figure it out. So, a few weeks of school left, congratulations on that.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Do you work while you’re going to school?” I asked him.

  I was hoping he’d say that he has been working and has been saving up every cent. Which still wouldn’t amount to the figure he’d need for membership to Irons.

  “No, I’ve just been concentrating on school. It takes up all of my time. I have special permission to take an extra class each semester so I can graduate early.”

  Where was his money coming from?

  “Do you live with your father?”

  “No, I have a small place of my own, but he lives about a half hour away from me.”

  Over the course of the next half hour, we talked about his experiences in some of the other clubs he had visited in California and what he was hoping to learn. He mentioned rope work this afternoon and brought it up again.

  “We have a few Doms here who are our local rope masters. I’ll make sure to introduce you to them.”

  “Yeah, I’d like that a lot. Thank you.”

  I really enjoyed this young man. Anthony was quiet until he was on a topic that he felt strongly about and then he spoke very well about it and with passion. Rope was Anthony’s desire.

  I introduced Anthony to Cathy after she was done with her scene and then I excused myself to indulge in a little one on one time with her.

  Chapter Five

  April 1996

  I got home at 3:00 a.m. and tossed my keys on the counter. I was tired but knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Shortly after 3:30 in the morning, I finally crawled into bed.

  Thoughts from the first day of meeting with the applicants filled my mind, preventing me from sleeping. I flung the sheets back and turned on the light. This was ridiculous. I went to the kitchen and retrieved my notes and portfolio from the interviews today. I flipped to the page that had him on it.

  “Anthony Davis Graves.”

  I stared at his picture and read over my notes and focused on my underlined words: “moldable” and “dark.” He was by far the most moldable applicant to ever enter the mentorship program. There was also something dark and secretive about him. He had the type of air about him that made people notice him when he walked in a room. Blake liked this guy too.

  I tried to get a feel for the other Masters and Mistresses to see if any of them were going to try to grab him up. Down playing my interest in him was hard to do, especially as I listened to some of them go on and on about him. I had a feeling that competition to snag Anthony was going to be stiff. Usually, there were two or three, and sometimes as many as four, Masters or Mistresses to each new member.

  He was a silver spooner for sure, even though he denied it. No way a twenty-two-year-old had twenty-five grand sitting around unless he was a silver spooner.

  I grew hard as I thought back to this afternoon when I told him to take his clothes off. I really thought he might. When he said ‘no,’ it was so hard to hide my erection. All I could think about was taking him into the dungeon and teaching him some manners. Fuck! The images flooding my head of disciplining Anthony caused me to begin jacking off.

  He listed his primary interest as rope. I could teach him the ropes, alright. I could teach him everything he wanted to know and then some.

  In the process, I can work my way inside his mind and train him my way.

  Give him things he’s never experienced.

  Make him want those things.

  Make him crave those things.

  Make him need those things.

  And then, I will make him mine.

  Chapter Six

  April 1996

  “Darling, ready?” I asked Cathy as she was just starting to wake up.

  I slipped the furry cuffs around her wrists and attached them to the headboard. Taking hold of her ankles, I pulled her legs apart, and as soon as her eyes made contact with mine, I entered her in one piercing motion.

  “Ahh! Sir!”

  I gazed at her beautiful face while I thrust in and out of her. This morning I wasn’t interested in prolonging my orgasm, so I sped toward it with urgency.

  “Here it comes, darling!” I exclaimed as my cock shot cum deep in her.

  Moments later I felt her pussy contract as she came. A gorgeous smile spread across her face as she started to settle. I withdrew and moved my way up her body and let my pussy juice drenched cock rest against her face. Cathy immediately opened her mouth and began cleaning her juices off me.

  While she was massaging my balls with her tongue, I removed her wrists from the furry cuffs that were attached to the headboard.

  “You’ve cleaned me well enough, darling. Let’s take a bath together before I have to head to Irons.”

  Cathy let me carry her to our large tub, and I took extra care of her. I rubbed her shoulders, and we talked about her scene last night. Cathy said she had a great time and she came unbelievably hard.

  “Wonderful, darling. I’m pleased you had a great time last night. What’s on your schedule today?”

 
“Dana and I are meeting for lunch, and then we’re going to go to an art exhibit at the Bellagio.”

  “I hope you guys have a good day together.”

  Cathy and I had breakfast together out on the patio, and then I headed to Irons. Today was a continuation for some of the “one on one” interviews, along with some classes through the day.

  When I walked into the main room, I glanced around, noticing many of the applicants were sitting with one of the board members having conversations. I didn’t see Anthony, and I didn’t see Paul. And that left a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

  Henry was one of our most experienced Masters, and I saw him standing alone looking over a piece of paper. I approached him, and he looked up smiling.

  “Morning, Blake.”

  “Henry,” I said in greeting. “Where are some of the groups?”

  “There’s a class going on upstairs with a group in the theme rooms. They’re touring them, making sure they know where the first aid kits are in each room and about things to be aware of safety wise. There’s another group outside and another one down in the dungeon.”

  “Thanks,” I said and wandered over to the glass looking out over the outdoor area.

  I knew Paul wouldn’t be outside, his thing was in the dungeon. I was looking for Anthony but didn’t see him outside.

  Damnit.

  I made my way down to the dungeon and slowly approached the group, noticing that Anthony stood to the side with a small notebook and pen in hand. I could hear Paul’s voice giving a lesson on impact implements. This was a standard class for applicants. Most of them were already familiar with implements, but I wanted them to have more insight on them instead of just knowing what they were. We always encouraged applicants to study each implement. Know how it felt in your hands and know how it felt against the skin before using it on someone else.

  For whatever reason, I didn’t think this would be anything but the typical implement class. I, however, was sorely mistaken. Paul decided to veer off course. Way the hell off course.